Quotes About Relationships

If you allow an experienced man of the world to introduce you to passion when you want him more than he wants you, he will own your soul, but you will not own his.

Don't need a knife or gun or poison to break a man's heart.

No perdonar es como un cáncer. Te acaba corroyendo por dentro

If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.

The shreiking fight or the out-of-character insult endures forever, while the daily sweetness dissolves like sugar in water.

And that point is, it doesn't matter how long you've known somebody. People change. Or you don't really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place.

I may be furious and sad about what happened with us, but that doesn't make me believe that what we had wasn't real. And it doesn't make me believe that I won't find something that real again.

Sometimes the people we think we know the best are the ones with secrets we can't even fathom.

A house is just a bunch of lumber and nails, Hattie. It's just a thing. Never fall in love with anything that can't love you back.

Sandwich every bit of criticism between two thick layers of praise.

No matter how busy you are, you must take time to make the other person feel important.

Pretend that every single person you meet has a sign around his or her neck that says, Make me feel important. Not only will you succeed in sales, you will succeed in life.

Laurie was just one more dropped stitch in a family tapestry already full of holes.

Husbands are awkward things to deal with even keeping them in hot water will not make them tender.

The people who love us do for us what we cannot do for ourselves. They release the best in us; they shoulder us through the rough times in life; they stretch us beyond the confines of our own experiences to wider visions, to truer vistas.

Living the same house or even working side by side doesn't guarantee togetherness. Connection requires involvement.

Living in the same house or even working side by side doesn't guarantee togetherness. Connection requires involvement.

I can think of nothing in the world like the utter littleness, the paltriness, the contemptibleness, the degradation, of the woman who is tied down under a roof with a man who is really nothing to her; who wears the man's name, who bears the man's children—who plays the virtuous woman. There are too many such in the world now.

You musn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex.

What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?

You mustn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex—that's quite a thought, isn't it?

You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.

Love had done this to her, for the second time. Love was bad for her. There must be certain people who were allergic to love, and she was one of them. Not only was it bad for her; it made her bad; it poisoned her. Before she knew him, not only had she been far, far happier but she had been nicer. Loving him was turning her into an awful person, a person she hated.

I've done an informal, anecdotal survey about marriage, and I've found no evidence that it brings happiness.